Entropy

Choice is only real away from the 4D that encompasses and generates us.

Louder.

When words can't even begin to describe a moment and silence is simply not good enough we close our eyes and turn the volume up. Up. Anxious to reach infinity and mix the pain and intensity with the sense of transcendence and isolation. As if a single experience could both shield us from the entire World and get the entire World at the reach of a single thought. Louder. Louder. Louder. Until the volume is so high, the only thing we can hear is this breath of weirdness and memories we call life.

The undefined creature faced a very defined World

U, the undefined creature is alive.

One day, U, the undefined creature, decided to do something for a change. Something quite clear, objective, out of whatever undefined place and world U lived in. It obviously wasn't easy, because for U, making a decision was fully against what U was, it meant breaking the infinite role of possibilities that could always be seen by U and reducing them to a much more predictable, finite, range of outcomes. In other orders, it meant transforming U's paradise in hell.

However, for some reason, on that day, U's undefined nature and undefined world were sort of calling out for definition. For something much less overwhelming. As if finite, for a change, could actually be attractive, sexual, bright. Not that U knew or felt anything like that - for U did not have any gender and had never tasted or experienced anything that could be defined. He was, by nature, a creature of undefinition, that would always experience the infinity of feelings, thoughts and outcomes that were available at any given time.

Put it in other words: U was a nightmare for all the readers that love the excruciating details (at all levels) about characters that some writers love to give. There were no details about U, no description, as U had and didn't have hair, it had all the colours and no colour at all. U had and didn't have eyes and they were 0 to infinity. They would even be ears and noses and skin and thoughts and smiles and tears. U was everything and nothing at all. At the same time. And if U ever had to face critics and questions about what U was the answers would be simple and they would complex, for U would give an infinite range of answers, possibilities, reasons and counter-arguments for why U was the way U was and why other living and non-living creatures had nothing to do with it anyway.

After the dust is gone

There is too much life for us to understand it. And it keeps growing. Expanding. Ever more complicated, driving time. Making time seem impossible to grab.

This discrete continuity of being alive is a drug that will never last forever. And thus we will all perish from it. Overdose or hunger - make your choice.